You had an unsettling fixation on inflicting pain on your skin, a disturbing habit that only you were aware of.

One evening, while on a mission with Team Seven, darkness enveloped the forest, prompting everyone to pitch camp for the night. You found yourself sharing a tent with Naruto, but sleep eluded you as the ache in your arms became unbearable.

Unable to endure it any longer, you slipped out of the tent and settled by the tranquil lake, your fingers wrapping around a jagged piece of wood.

Meanwhile, Naruto stirred awake, instinctively searching for you in the stillness of the night.